Author: William Hope
Image: Waiting patiently (here)
in the confusion a clamouring for an answer
beneath the skies a canopy of quiet calm
a voice lost and stumped with coils of bother
a solitary tree dancing furiously in the winds
unlike a willow giving way but standing bold
such was unrest invoked by a mysterious waiting
to succumb into inactivity on the writer's hold
a writer's block a phase of unheard shouts
frustration and loss to counter the imposed cover
sought by those as an option of a way out
beneath the skies a canopy of quiet calm
a voice lost and stumped with coils of bother
a solitary tree dancing furiously in the winds
unlike a willow giving way but standing bold
such was unrest invoked by a mysterious waiting
to succumb into inactivity on the writer's hold
a writer's block a phase of unheard shouts
frustration and loss to counter the imposed cover
sought by those as an option of a way out
a respite to dispel the recurring doubts that linger
Linda at d'Verse OLN #-325-and-so-the-story-goes
So hard to funnel those tumbling emotions into verse when having a writer's block
ReplyDeleteIt is most distressful when that happens, yes!
ReplyDeleteFacets of writer's block, all disturbing. Especially liked this: "unrest invoked by a mysterious waiting", because the waiting does have a mystery about it. Brilliant, Hank.
ReplyDeleteWriters block sucks. Sometimes it helps to take a walk alone in an uncharted place in inclement weather.
ReplyDeleteSeems like a nice way to write yourself around the block.
ReplyDeleteit is nice to think about the objects, lives, and surroundings as you did here. the skies, the tree, bringing these things into ourselves is such a joy, writer's block or know. Nice poem
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